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Quickly tossing in Bramble so that he doesn’t fall inactive. He’s still a little ways off, though!

How manipulative the eyes could be, playing for the mind such vivid lies. For, surely, it must have been a lie. A trick, an illusion, something. To think that the dark beast had swept in and destroyed the light was unimaginable, and yet, it had happened. When the father he’d never acknowledged as his own had walked in and killed the brother whose presence had troubled him, Bramble had seen it all. He’d watched in silent horror as the life had faded from the pale one’s eyes, terrified. What else could he have done? Though a dreamer, he was not stupid, and therefore vaguely understood that he would have shared his brother’s fate had he tried to step in and be the hero.

Panicked, he’d crept over Rowan’s lifeless form once the larger male had run off, but not a single attempt had been made at reviving him. The light was gone, his soul having been dragged across the threshold and into the otherworldly plane. With wide eyes and a thumping heart, the young prince had run off. Just as he’d done before, he’d slipped across the borders and kept running, looking back not even once.

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